This poem is about magma turning into volcanic rock. She captured this in the first few lines. The idea went off track in the following lines: “filled with placid fears. Our loving hatred gives hazy clarity and forms our perfect flaws.” She did well by opening with: “This effortless labor brings soothing pain.” At first, I thought this was about a baby. Then I saw a volcano erupt.
I think that in the future she can continue to present a recurring theme uniformly throughout the poem.
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